Decisions Vs Destiny (Kita Ikari Returns/WasOnHiatus)

[Kell Sangros]

=Korriban (Moraband)=

Since his assention as the hand of the Emperor, Warvanus had been spending more time on Moraband and Ziost. This time he had been at the Sith Academy to assess the acolytes training in hopes of finding one to claim as an apprentice. With the exception of Kinta Vetasa his past apprentices had proven they could not hack it under the instruction of the War-Bringer. While on Korriban he had been asked by one of the Academy’s taskmasters if he would be willing to lead a class. It was a golden opportunity one which Warvanus took advantage of.

The class stood at attention as he walked in with the taskmaster. He had regaled them on Warvanus’ prowess and his position within the Empire and his position within the inner circle of the Emperor himself. He was treated with reverence as it should be with one in his position.

When the taskmaster left Warvanus began his instruction. He had the class pair off and spar, and as they had done so he walked among the class evaluating, he had not see in this class one worthy prospect, nobody who deserved to study at the feet of the War-Bringer. When he had determined who the weakest was among them, he had brought the class back into order.

“I need” he began and pointed to the acolyte who he deemed was the weakest “Bring your sword” in this class they had used training swords. Warvanus who still was adjusting to having only one hand now after the aftermath of his experiment, the stump served as a lesson to the War-Bringer a lesson that would not slow him down.

He then surveyed the class and picked the one he deemed to be the best of the worst. The human eagerly came to the front of the class. Warvanus eyed them both, “Begin” he commanded

One acolyte launched into an attack, making the lesser one go on the defensive. Warvanus watched , such sloppy technique he thought but they were not even apprentices was to be expected. After ten minutes Warvanus began to feel bored. This was when the greater Acolyte relieved the lesser one of his weapon, the lesser one had been knocked down by the strike that costed him his weapon with the greater one standing over the lesser.

“Enough” Warvanus said Looking at the victor “Return to the class” he commanded, and now Warvanus was standing over the lesser acolyte. He said nothing but his gaze on him spoke volumes. “You have one chance to speak Acolyte” he said

The lesser acolyte muttered and cried begging for mercy. Through the Force Warvanus reached out feeling for the Acolytes throat (Force Choke) and with his hand he balled it into a tight fist and as he made the motions the acolyte choked gasping for air even a small mouthful but even that was denied him. He convulsed until he stopped and when he stopped he was dead. The whole time he looked at his victim, he then looked at the class.

“Let this be a lesson, The Strong rule the weak, if you are weak you will be rooted out, you will die and you will not be remembered” he made sure the whole class could hear him. “If you want to elevate to being an apprentice of a Sith Lord you all have a long way to go” he then gestured indicating the class was dismissed.

When the class cleared out the taskmaster approached. “I will get someone to dispose of the trash” he said then continued “My best to you My Lord and to the Lord Emperor” with that he took his leave and Warvanus was left alone in the empty classroom.

[Kita_Ikari]

Kita walked aboard the ship, carefully inspecting the place as Blood grumbled to himself locking himself across the hall in his room as Sovereign showed her to her own room. She looked around in awe. Seeing the chest, closet, and everything else...she was excited. But not as excited as when her blue gaze rested on the soft bed awaiting her. It had been a LONG time since she had actually slept in a bed of any kind. Ignoring what weird looks that Sovereign might have cast her way, she collapsed on the bed and smiled. "HELLO BED!!!" She yelled happily.

She grabbed a pillow and hugged it close, enjoying the softness of it against her chest. No more freezing cold rooms and sleeping on stone day after day worried about what creatures may have been crawling about on the prison floors while she slept.

Her eyes snapped open and she bolted upright looking over at the Priest excitedly. "I almost forgot. You said something about clothing??" Kita was curious about having a actual decent looking outfit to wear that made her not look like some sort of slave in the prison.

[Silas Karn]

The shuttle had successfully brought the trio on board the Ruination. It seemed the endless prodding of Blood’s mind had rendered the beast far more docile than even the priest had hoped. As the deposed lord acclimated to his quarters Sovereign removed his helmet. Once more the perfect features of a life once lived revealed themselves (Darkside Alchemy) as the High Priest allowed a cursory inspection. ‘It won’t be long now. The conflict, the struggle for supremacy over the flesh of the dragon king, it will all be coming to a close one way or another.’

Resting the helmet on its dock at the backside of his collar the Sovereign then guided Kita to her room. The immediate outburst and vitality of the young woman shook something in the High Priest. Long dead memories lit the dark recesses of the Sovereign’s mind and two words escaped his lips in an almost silent murmur, “Hearth and home.” Rather than chastising Kita for her exuberance the Sovereign’s eyes grew cold and distant. Introspection caused by the unlikeliest of sources took hold of priest. Cycles of solitude only broken by battle or fulfillment of orders alongside Karn’s own personality seemed to be causing conflict.

Yet even as this stirred within the heart of the Sovereign the realization that Tormentous was tied to the woman allowed the distance in his eyes to fade. ‘Perhaps had fate not already laid claim to the events surrounding this meeting. Regardless what does this mean? I am Silas, or Silas as he should have been. Removed from a lifetime of manipulation and failure.’ This moment of quiet contemplation was broken as Kita asked him of his earlier promise. Sovereign’s expression softened as he was pulled from his thoughts.

Turning to look the woman in the eye he spoke anew, “Every scrap of replacement garment requisitioned from the ranks of those that would utilize this ship is at your call. From dock worker to the various tastes of the Sith Warriors that have graced these halls. You will also be granted free access to the armory.” As the Sovereign spoke he opened up a com-channel to the necessary requisitions officers. Detailing what he had just told Kita it would be mere minutes before a wardrobe’s worth of clothing was placed at her doorstep.

The P.A. system soon announced the departure of the Ruination for Korriban. Noting his time with the woman had drawn to a close the High Priest reclaimed his helmet and donned it once more. The truth of his features once more hidden from Kita the Sovereign offered, “We should arrive within two hours. Make of that time what you will.” With that the High Priest departed for the bridge.

[Kita_Ikari]

Seeing his expression quickly turn from serious to distant, Kita wondered what it was he had been thinking of before turning her way. His cold expression gone as he answered her question.

“Every scrap of replacement garment requisitioned from the ranks of those that would utilize this ship is at your call. From dock worker to the various tastes of the Sith Warriors that have graced these halls. You will also be granted free access to the armory.”

As he commed for the clothing to be brought in, Kita got excited hearing about the armory. She didn't know to much about weapons. Except for maybe a staff/baton, vibroblade, and pistol. And even then guns were her least experienced weapon.

She nodded as Sovereign put on his helmet once again and left her to do what she wished until they landed on Korriban. "I already know what i want to do." She told herself. In that second the clothing had arrived and she took it, setting it on her bed. She found many articles of clothing. None of it seemed to suit her...that is until she saw something grey at the bottom of the pile. She grabbed it and pulled it out, the fabric was obviously a sturdy but soft material. A dark grey jacket with silver buttons down the front. "Now what am I going to wear with this?" She muttered to herself questionably. She searched through the pile again and picked out a yellow undershirt and black tights before quickly deciding on a matching pair of grey boots to go with the jacket.

Because of her lack in muscle tone, the clothing was a tad big on her. But not enough that she couldn't wear them. "Perfect."

She peered out her doorway and asked someone working on the ship where the armory room was. With that, she was guided there and allowed time to pick what she wanted. Her blue eyes looked carefully for a staff of some sort, but there weren't any. It was her best combat weapon thus far. And she had to sadly go without it. Sighing, Kita grabbed a vibroblade and sheath before tying it to her left hip securely. She then walked over to the guns that hung on the wall and grabbed a basic pistol with a box of bullets before setting it in a spare pocket attached to a holster, securing that to her right hip. "That's just going to have to do for now." She told herself as she turned to walk out of the room and back into her quarters.

She flopped onto the bed and decided to sleep until they arrived at Korriban.